One of the sites I like to read, have them in my RSS Live Links thing, is Three Quarks Daily. The other day they had this video link, from someone called Andrew Sullivan, on How to Blog (like Andrew Sullivan).

“If it isn’t updated at least twice a day, it’s not a blog, it’s a website.”

Well, that gave me the fear a bit, I have to say. To me, ‘website’ implies singing and dancing graphics and that, not occasional wordy thoughts on random items. At least I’ve now been edged even closer to having that uber-website I mentioned in the previous post.

It wasn’t, like, proper anxiety, though, not really. However, it did make me have a whisk through the wordpress dashboard to see what I might have started and not finished, what rough nuggets might be polished for display, what tasty treats in the freezer (etc, etc). I also had a glance to the site stats, to see what had piqued my readers’ interests. It was both gratifying and slightly worrying to see that someone had reached this blog website by using the search phrase “is their a cure for the zombie disease”. This despairing cry at the internet led the quester to a slightly impatient article I tapped out in 2009, ‘Zombies are a disease, meet The Cure’.

Reading that again, I was most interested by the titles on the links, which I’d forgotten I learned how to do in a rush of late-onset techie enthusiasm. I was so pleased I came and pressed this out. Thanks, Andrew, and thanks whoever it was fearing the zomblogalypse. Hope it all works out.

Some mathematicians with an incalculable amount of excess time on their hands have published a paper modelling the outbreak of a zombie infection. 

To add to the necrophile horror of calculator jockeys pounding all the fun out of decomposing cultural tropes, almost masked by the sweet waft of stoned academic whimsy, one of the undead bean counters has called himself Robert Smith?, complete with question mark. 

The BBC’s Science Correspondent reports:

the mathematics professor at Ottawa University says the question mark distinguishes him from Robert Smith, lead singer of rock band The Cure. 

If we allow the wishful thinking that might confuse an Australian mathematician with a British pop star approximately twice his age, given that Robert Smith? is doing his level best to dress like a new wave guitarist, it seems unlikely that the addition of a question mark alone will suffice to achieve anything, except to fast track him to the pop math section next to those annoying cunts who wrote Freakonomics, perhaps. 

When I was a student, I had a lecturer who ended every sentence in every handout with a question mark? At our graduation party, I asked him why he did it and he said it was because he did not want us to take his word for it?  We discussed this?  I suggested that it was surely my role as an academic to not assume he was correct? And that only Australians (like Robert Smith?) could surely enjoy reading one of his timorous documents aloud? He said it was just his thing?  We agreed to differ and had about 30 more drinks?

Fucking zombies, I mean, really.  More pertinently, fucking academics.  Perhaps now you’ve finished tossing about, Smith? et al,  you could work out that food/air deal?